Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you, so what, there’s guys all over the place like germs, and you can pick them like flowers...
Wildflowers don't grow haphazardly us we are led to believe. They grow in fantastic patterns which are different to each of us you see.
I write the way you might arrange flowers. Not every try works, but each one launches another. Every constraint, even dullness, frees up a new design.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
When I was little, I'd pick flowers wherever I traveled with my mom, then dry them, cover them with resin, and turn them into paperweights.
I appreciate the beauty and balm of flowers but I have never enjoyed receiving them because then I have to watch them die, and worse...throw them away.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization.
I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!
...You won't get eternal life by just feeling the presence of God in flowers or music.
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue and white;Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee;Fairies use flower for their charactery.
I am not interested in having the world revolve around me; that's too boring of an idea. I would rather revolve around the world and try to leave my fingerprints, everywhere. My fingerprints mingled i...
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...
I have gathered a posy of other men's flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.
Everywhere I look, there are ads marking Mother's Day. Mostly they conform to stereotype: flowers, jewelry, perfume. Not a lot of books. Not many computers. Few tools. Little that's useful.
Someone once said that there are always flowers for those who want to find flowers. I think that's true. But I also think that there are always cakes for those who want to find cakes.